We Believed

Love is not about the days, distance or, people who tear it apart. It is about the belief that time and space and other people have nothing to do with it.

If memories were erasable erasing I would start If you were still embraceable I'd keep you safe at heart for now i find in peaceful thought your smile's quick emerge remembering the rhythm of hearts Our metronome of words Pictures, still-frames kept inside form our time's collage I'm stuck, stranded desert-wide and you are my mirage We gaze upon the same night sky yet feel the empty surge for we believed in stars and our metronome of words

Subscribe

Get Teen Ink’s 48-page monthly print edition. Written by teens since 1989.